"Brother Jiang, would you be willing to part with the Fire Lin Sword?"
At their parting, Ye Tiandu finally couldn't hold back. He stared at the rust-speckled long saber, his eyes burning with desire.
As a Myriad Weapons Dao Body, Ye Tiandu craved all kinds of divine weapons far more intensely than ordinary martial artists.
After all, to ordinary martial artists, a divine weapon was just a weapon. But to him, a powerful divine weapon was more than that. It could empower Ye Tiandu and bring him all sorts of benefits.
So it was easy to imagine how tempting an almost untamed Jie Realm Divine Weapon was to Ye Tiandu.
Though he was the senior disciple of the Kunlun Divine Palace, a man of lofty status who commanded several Extreme Realm Divine Weapons,
even so, he still couldn't possess a Jie Realm Divine Weapon that was entirely his own.
There was no other reason: Jie Realm Divine Weapons were far too precious. If he wanted to obtain one, there were only three possibilities.
First, a current sect master or elder of the Kunlun Divine Palace would pass away, and he would inherit the weapon.
Second, he would find rare treasures of heaven and earth and forge one himself.
Third, he would rely on luck and unearth an ownerless divine weapon in some ruin.
But all three methods were extremely difficult for him.
Ye Tiandu stared at the Fire Lin Sword, his heart singing with longing.
As far as he knew, the Fire Lin Sword was one of the guardian divine weapons of the ancient Qilin Sect. Forged from the scales of a Qilin True Spirit, it held a trace of the Qilin's consciousness.
One slash could bring forth life from all things, while Qilin True Flame could sweep away everything.